"Heh." Sylvan Cheney seemed not to believe it, his light laugh tinged with sarcasm.
"Mr. Cheney." Jasmine Yale changed the topic, "Is your health better? Have you been to the hospital for follow-up recently?"
"Didn't have time."
"Take care of yourself, youth isn't something to squander, and don't treat the doctor's advice like it's just noise."
"Do you know how annoying you are? Hmm? All this talk is just about mundane things." Sylvan Cheney's tone was displeased.
Jasmine Yale paused: "..."
Really, absurd.
Such a temper.
If not talking about these things, what else is there to say?
After a few more steps, Jasmine Yale stopped, her face not very happy: "Mr. Cheney, the metro entrance is just ahead, I can go by myself, no need to escort me further."
"Why didn't you accept the red envelope I sent you?" Sylvan Cheney suddenly asked, looking down at her not so happy face.
If she's unhappy, does that mean he's happy?
"I don't want it." Jasmine Yale bluntly refused.
